Diva Diaries (27 page)
Authors: Janine A. Morris
56
Sisters Soiree
D
akota and Chrasey were at Jordan's house, trying to get a break from their man trouble. Jordan made martinis, Jason was at his grandmother's, and it was a private party. The radio was tuned into 98.7 Kiss FM and Kissing after Dark was on with Lenny Green. He was playing some R&B joints from a few years back, and Jordan and Chrasey were in the middle of the floor, getting down. Dakota was sitting down, singing along, but she knew she wanted to get up, too. Lenny Green was that radio DJ that would put any lady in the mood for the night. He had a sultry, sexy voice, and every word out of his mouth made you want to melt inside. He would light candles in the studio, and as he described what he would want to do with you if he were home with you, he would introduce another R&B classic. He was just the man they needed in the living room with them tonight. A man that would make it all better.
akota and Chrasey were at Jordan's house, trying to get a break from their man trouble. Jordan made martinis, Jason was at his grandmother's, and it was a private party. The radio was tuned into 98.7 Kiss FM and Kissing after Dark was on with Lenny Green. He was playing some R&B joints from a few years back, and Jordan and Chrasey were in the middle of the floor, getting down. Dakota was sitting down, singing along, but she knew she wanted to get up, too. Lenny Green was that radio DJ that would put any lady in the mood for the night. He had a sultry, sexy voice, and every word out of his mouth made you want to melt inside. He would light candles in the studio, and as he described what he would want to do with you if he were home with you, he would introduce another R&B classic. He was just the man they needed in the living room with them tonight. A man that would make it all better.
Jordan had spent most of the week stressed about the Omar thing, and worrying about her son and how he would be affected. She was in an emotional state, so tonight felt good. To just let go for a while, worry about it later, and enjoy the right now. They were like three college girls, having drinks, laughing at silly stuff, and having fun. They had spent the first half-hour talking about Tony's predictable routine, Omar's immature time off, and Keith's make-up attempts now that he had been back home for a couple of nights. After enough men-bashing, they had spent the past hour or so celebrating their womanhood.
Just as Jordan got tired and was about to sit down, Lenny started playing her jam “Be Without You,” by Mary J. Blige. She immediately started back on her one-two step. A verse or so into it, she thought she heard her bell ring over the music. She turned it down a bit, and there it was again. She walked through the living room, through the porch, and to the door.
“Who is it,” she asked.
“It's Jay.”
She opened the door and Jayon was standing there with bags in his hands.
“What are you doing here?” She said, excited to see him.
“I went food shopping and picked you up some things,” he said as he went to put the bags in the kitchen.
As he walked by Dakota and Chrasey and threw them both a “what's up,” they both turned and looked at Jordan. She knew what they were thinking and what they were going to say the minute he was out of hearing distance. To avoid them and their smart comments, she followed Jayon in the kitchen.
“I didn't know you had company,” he said.
“You didn't even know I was home.”
“Where else would you be? You weren't at work, so you're home,” he said.
“Are you trying to say I have no life?” she asked, humored.
“Was I right? You're at home.”
“But I have my girls over.”
“OK, fineâyou have a little life.”
Jayon used to always say Jordan was a homebody and a social bore. He didn't know what he was talking about. Just because he used to go out quite often, he would assume anybody who went out only once every month or two was lame. She'd say the people who live in the club have no life.
“What made you bring me groceries?”
“I just figured that you had to do everything these days, and since I was already at BJ's, I figured I would pick you up some things.”
“That was so sweet of you, Jay,” she said as she reached over and gave him a hug.
“You know I got to make sure my girl is OK.”
She knew what he meant by “my girl,” but it just sounded strange coming out of his mouth. She did have to wonder what would cause Jay to drive all the way over here with some groceries, unannounced. Did he not fear what would happen if Omar had come home and she didn't get a chance to call and tell him? It kind of made her wonder. First church, then her houseâshe wondered if Jayon was getting too comfortable with her single status.
They walked back to the living room and joined Dakota and Chrasey.
“So, what's up, ladies?” he asked as he gave them kisses on the cheeks.
“Nothing much, just chilling,” Chrasey said.
“Well, let me leave you ladies to your men-bashing party,” he said as he walked toward the door.
“We aren't men-bashingâwe are having a good old time just fine,” Dakota said.
“You can stay, Jay,” Jordan said as she saw him get closer to the porch.
“Nah, I don't want to crash,” he said.
“You're notâyou drove all this way, you might as well stay,” she replied.
“How about I'll go check my boy in Laurelton and then when I'm done I'll call youâif you're still up, I'll come back by and we will watch a movie.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Dakota look at Chrasey as if to say,
What the hell is going on here
?
What the hell is going on here
?
“OK, that works,” Jordan said.
“See you, Chraseâsee you, D,” Jayon said as he walked toward the porch. They got to the door, and he turned to give her a hug good-bye.
“I'm going to be waiting up for you,” she said.
“Make sure you do,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead.
He stepped out the door and she watched him until he pulled off. She felt like she was in junior high school and he was her crush. She wanted to lean against the door after she closed it behind him. Once she got back in the living room, both Chrasey and Dakota were looking at her like they were waiting for an explanation. She didn't know what to tell them. There was nothing to tell. She knew what they saw and what they were thinking. She didn't know what it was herself. All she knew was that Jayon's presence had kept her going throughout this thing with Omar. It's like she knew that Jay would never let her down. Any night she was hysterically crying, he would just sit on the phone with her and listen for hours or drive over to be with her and bring her and Jason ice cream. There were some nights she felt bad for leaning on Jay's shoulder so muchâshe would tell him that he didn't have to feel bad if he didn't have the time to help her. She wondered if it was out of guilt, and she told him that he wasn't obligated to be there for her. He would always say that's not the case, and that he wanted to do it.
Dakota was the first one to ask, “Something you want to tell us, miss?”
“I know what you're thinkingâit's no different than before. He is still my homeboy,” Jordan answered.
“What's your homeboy doing popping up, and then what's he coming back for later tonight?” Chrasey said, instigating.
“He has been around a lotâyou know, making sure I'm good.”
“I betâmaking sure you're good
how
,” Dakota asked devilishly.
how
,” Dakota asked devilishly.
“Not in that way, but I will tell youâsoon I'm going to need him for that, too,” she said laughing.
“Omar better get it together,” Chrasey said, laughing along.
Omar was still bugging her. He still hadn't called or come by, and he didn't seem to care either way. She had called him at least three times this week and he still hadn't called back. She knew that Chrasey was rightâshe wasn't planning for anything to happen; hell, it's the last thing that she and Jayon wanted to do. Still, she couldn't put her finger on it, but something was different between the two of them.
57
Hello There
I
t didn't take a gay man to see that Dakota put no effort into her appearance this Saturday afternoon. She had on saggy green Capri sweats, a baby blue tee, white sneakers with a red stripe, and last night's makeup and uncombed hair. No one said you have to be in tip-top shape at all times, but she just looked a hot mess.
t didn't take a gay man to see that Dakota put no effort into her appearance this Saturday afternoon. She had on saggy green Capri sweats, a baby blue tee, white sneakers with a red stripe, and last night's makeup and uncombed hair. No one said you have to be in tip-top shape at all times, but she just looked a hot mess.
She figured she was in Jordan's neighborhood, so she wouldn't know anybody and would probably never see them again. But just when you hope you don't see anyone you know, you see someone you wish you did know. He was six-three, slim yet thick, and brown-skinned, just like she liked them. You could tell through his fitted T-shirt that he was slightly muscular and his eyes ... with just a glance she was mesmerized by his light brown eyes. He was the type of guy you only see in movies, and here he was, walking out of Pathmark on Elmont Road. Tony had nothing on him. As fine as she thought Tony was, he would be the ugly friend hanging out with this guy.
She quickly put on her sexy strut and threw him an inviting stare. He didn't really gaze back; he gave her a slight smile and turned away. Then she remembered her color coordination looked like a bag of M&M's. The way she looked, she knew he wouldn't pay her no mind. As she wanted to kick herself for not fixing herself up, he walked right by her like she wasn't even the diva that she was.
Hey, you win some and you lose some
, she thought to herself. But as she grabbed her cart and continued toward the supermarket, she decided she couldn't let him get away. She had to at least try.
Hey, you win some and you lose some
, she thought to herself. But as she grabbed her cart and continued toward the supermarket, she decided she couldn't let him get away. She had to at least try.
“They don't come like that anymore,” she mumbled to herself as she turned back around, facing the parking lot. Her eyes scanned the lot, and she spotted him putting the groceries into his trunk.
As comfortable as Dakota was with taking charge, for once she was shy, she was nervous. His good looks were actually intimidating. She started thinking he probably likes those real petite, light-skinned girls with wavy, long, real hair. As she started to discourage herself, her diva-ness said,
Girl, he is fine
.
You won't need Tony
.
You can show him off at every event you go to for the next year
. Besides, if she bagged him looking the way she did, she would know she was bad.
Girl, he is fine
.
You won't need Tony
.
You can show him off at every event you go to for the next year
. Besides, if she bagged him looking the way she did, she would know she was bad.
She quickly pushed her cart back toward the rest of them, and she walked over to him. Just as he was finishing unloading his groceries, she placed her hand on his empty shopping cart and said to him, “Do you mind?”
He said, “Sure,” and began to walk away.
Speak now or forever hold your peace
, she said to herself.
, she said to herself.
“So where is it?” she said.
He turned to see if she was talking to him.
“Where is what?”
“Your numberâyou said sure, you didn't mind.”
He began to giggle.
Oh, my gosh
, Dakota thought to herself. He had dimples. Dimples that would make a grown man blush. She almost melted again, got intimidated, and backed out of it.
Oh, my gosh
, Dakota thought to herself. He had dimples. Dimples that would make a grown man blush. She almost melted again, got intimidated, and backed out of it.
Until he said, “This is real cuteâyou are trying to pick me up.”
“No, I was trying to get your number so I could call you later.”
“Hmm, really? So we can talk about what?”
“Why a grown man like yourself isn't married, and if you are, why you're not wearing your ring.”
“And this is your concern because ...”
“Because a grown woman like myself should always learn about the mentality of the opposite gender.”
“Oh, so you followed me to my car because you thought I'd be an interesting subject.”
“
Interesting
is one way to put it.”
Interesting
is one way to put it.”
He kneeled down, got a pen out of his car, and began writing his number down on a piece of paper. “Well, I am always for education,” he said as he handed her the paper.
Dakota took the number, and made sure not to look at it so she wouldn't seem too eager or excited.
“So, will you be calling me later?” he said.
“Yes, I will,” she said as she turned away. “And I didn't follow you over hereâI wanted your cart” she said with a devilish smirk.
“Oh, OK. And I think education is overrated.”
They shared a little laugh, and he got in his car and she walked off.
She finished picking up what she needed from the grocery store, which were just some more Bacardi Breezers, chips, nuts, and other snacks for the rest of what they had termed their kickback weekend. She and Chrasey had ended up spending the night at Jordan's because it got so late and they didn't want to have to drive home. So when they woke up this morning, they figured why not just keep it going? It was fun, just chilling, the three of them. No stress, no work, no men, just the three sisters having a good old time sharing stories and relaxing.
As soon as she got back to Jordan's house, she reevaluated herself in the mirror. She definitely was looking a mess. She decided that she was going to have to see that guy again so he could see what she was really working with. Then it dawned on herâhe didn't give his name, or ask for her number or name. That was clear evidence he wasn't all that interested. He was just going along with things. Hell, he probably gave her the wrong number. She had it all set out in her mindâin case the number was real, she would call tomorrow, just so she wouldn't look too eager. The plan was never to look eager or desperate. Either way, she hoped the number was real so she could get a chance to meet up with him again. She wanted a chance to redeem herself, to let him see the real Dakota, and see she didn't always dress like rainbow brite.
She told Jordan and Chrasey about how fine he was, and what she did. They just laughedâthey knew, just like Dakota did, that she was a trip. As much as she tried to preach that she didn't need no man, she was still trying to snag one. The second she got away from the all-female retreat, she went after a man. It seemed that it was about men after all, or the lack thereof.
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